Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon’s Might
Chapter 201 - 200: One Man Army

Chapter 201: Chapter 200: One Man Army

A lion leading ninety-nine sheep can defeat ninety-nine lions led by a single sheep. This sentence emphasizes the importance of team leadership.

The warrior riding on a flying dragon was the first to throw a javelin at Leon, effectively assuming the role of a leader, which greatly influenced those around him.

The Elf Ranger followed closely behind, pulling out a longbow from her back, swiftly drew three enchanted arrows from the quiver in one motion, and shot them in succession at the weak spots of the Red Dragon, targeting areas lacking scale protection, such as the eyes.

The Half-Orc was a Druid. At this moment, he clutched his Magic Wand with both hands and thrust it into the ground. When he looked up, countless vines suddenly erupted beneath the Red Dragon’s feet, entangling its limbs and body.

...

The logic of many ants biting an elephant to death is not groundless. With more people, output doubles. If there is a mage, they can prepare acceleration and other auxiliary spells for the warriors. One plus one is greater than two... Facing the myriad City Guardians and a multitude of attacks, Leon unhesitatingly activated his Vajra Body.

Inside the Red Dragon’s body is the soul of a modern person; to a modern person, being injured is equivalent to losing.

Once the Vajra Body was activated, Leon feared no attack. Unfortunately, he still had to endure control spells; for instance, the Druid’s summoned vines could bind him. However, these vines, at most as thick as a human arm, were more than adequate against ordinary wild animals but were overestimating against a dragon.

Leon didn’t even bother specifically tearing those vines, as normal movements were sufficient to break them.

Then, he did not rush into attack. First, he drew his Catastrophe Blade, raised the sword, and with a flash of white light, he appeared fully armed in an instant...

With the sword and Vajra Body, those armaments were not much use in terms of defense and attack, but looking cool was enough; being cool is the greatest productivity.

Leon did not activate Frightening Majesty to induce fear in the enemies, nor did he use the Soul Summoning Mantra to despair them. In a state of despair, anything could happen; he could wipe out half of the enemies in one breath, those who couldn’t pass the save would die, but he just wanted to play the role of the Red Dragon destroying a city, not kill that many people.

Slashes followed by sweeps, sweeps followed by horizontal slashes; if he couldn’t hit the people, he’d hit the buildings. Refined gold weapons carried the trait of slicing iron and cutting gold. When hitting objects, they always caused heavy damage; one slash split those mud and stone houses in two, leaving a clean cut.

Holding the sword in the right hand, swiping the claw with the left. No harm came to the enemies; it must be said that the Elf Ranger moved extremely fast, disappearing with a tip of the toes, which Leon didn’t care about.

He cared about the Tear Claw’s surface coated with refined gold, dealing as much damage to those buildings as the sword. One swipe left them destroyed.

The mage really was a nuisance; with one Grease Spell, everything turned slippery, causing Leon nearly to fall. He decided to reward the mage with a Hand Palm Bomb. At that moment, he switched the sword from his right hand to his left, raised his right hand to gather lightning, and an accurately tracking bolt hit the target.

Quick-witted individuals seeing Leon immediately recalled the rumors from the Lost Plateau, of a Red Dragon wielding a sword having slaughtered several Frost Giant villages and even chased a Mature Red Dragon around... But they had never heard of a Red Dragon fully armored or wielding Lightning Magic. It seemed absurd that now Red Dragons suddenly began trending by using swords?

Leon had acquired the Downy Hairs for some time, had originally thought it might be useful against the Chains Demon General Marahis, but didn’t expect him to be so cowardly. Today, finally, he found a chance.

Even with the Vajra Body in effect, Leon could easily tear off scales, break one off to summon a Red Dragon avatar, and throw it at the relentless mage using control spells.

Having only one Red Dragon avatar seemed insufficient; the Druid was quite troublesome too, so Leon tore off another, no, two scales... As long as he was willing to invest mana, his Downy Hairs could summon multiple avatars; otherwise, summoning only one wouldn’t be worth a high-level reward.

Two scales crushed could summon a large group of small Red Dragons. Under Leon’s control, they split and charged at the controlled enemies with no fear of death.

The Downy Hairs consumed massive mana; using the Downy Hairs, Leon could essentially give up on using the Samadhi True Fire. Besides, the Samadhi True Fire wouldn’t work so well in this place full of buildings and cover anyway.

"Why have so many Red Dragons suddenly appeared?"

"Those must be illusions... This Red Dragon together with a Blue Dragon, it might be a Mixed-blood Dragon with both Red Dragon and Blue Dragon bloodlines, being able to create illusions isn’t strange."

"No, those aren’t illusions; look at those newly appeared Red Dragons, they all have shadows and can even chase Martial Monks around... Wouldn’t Martial Monks with high perception understand illusions better than you?"

"I’ve only heard of demons and devils being good at summoning, summoning Tanns, summoning Baatorians. This is the first time hearing of a Red Dragon capable of summoning companions."

Regarding the avatars suddenly summoned by Leon, most people were bewildered as it was something they had never seen or heard of before.

Meanwhile, Leon gazed at his summoned avatars, unable to help lamenting that his mana was still too little, otherwise, he could summon a mass of avatars at once, rendering any army powerless.

Unlike now, if not for his Vajra Body sustaining him, he would soon be drowned in a sea of damage.

Leon thought about how other dragons managed to attack kingdoms and destroy cities without dying.

Leon could only speculate that other dragons wouldn’t circle several times in the sky alerting everyone, and in a sense, could face a fight alone without any minions, unlike Cecilia, a young Green Dragon with a load of goblins, Orcs, and Ogres as her minions, who wouldn’t dare challenge such a large Oasis City until at least reaching maturity.

Leon caught a glimpse of the crossbow cannons from the corner of his eye, noticed the massive enchanted bolts hurtling towards him. Remaining in his Vajra Body state, he didn’t even bother to move.

The Red Dragon endured the massive bolts without sustaining injury, not even staggering?

Seeing this, the mage confirmed his judgment and shouted, "Everyone stop attacking the Red Dragon, it’s useless. Invincibility, it must be Invincibility; it’s currently in an invincible state, immune to all damage, control it, control it."

In the chaos, no one heard what the mage said. In fact, most people were somewhat numb and even terrified. They knew Red Dragons were powerful, but not to that extent.

Regardless of what others thought, Leon threw out the Catastrophe Blade, controlling the flying sword towards those crossbow cannons. His sword was even larger than the massive arrows from the crossbow cannons; after destroying one cannon, it turned towards another.

One Invincibility lasts for ten minutes, while Leon’s Vajra Body duration depends on how much mana he is willing to invest. If there’s mana, it can go on indefinitely, but control can be eaten, and facing powerful enemies who can control, banish, or seal him, he’s helpless.

Even though the intent wasn’t to kill, surely some unfortunates died because of him. Today was meant to display destructive power; about half a small city was destroyed—a not-so-small Oasis City—Leon fought to his heart’s content and felt satisfied, simultaneously realizing his mana was nearly depleted.

"Had enough of wrecking things?" Leon shouted with a roar, reactivating the Frightening Majesty.

The setting materials are for role-playing group service; if a creature surpasses a Frightening Majesty save once, they can be immune to that enemy’s Frightening Majesty for the next day, equivalent to overcoming fear. Surely reality isn’t that simple, situations would be much more complex.

For most participants, Leon’s performance far exceeded their imagination of the Red Dragon; not fighting more courageously, but with increasing intimidation each moment. Thus, with Leon activating Frightening Majesty again, most fell into a state of fear, unable to lift their weapons.

"Can we talk properly now?" Leon was actually trying to appear tough while feeling somewhat scared internally, as his mana was running low; he would need to wait until tomorrow to continue fighting. Tomorrow, he wouldn’t focus on destroying the city, instead targeting to weaken the enemy’s living power, "Or do you wish to continue the fight?"

The impulsive warrior who first threw his javelin at Leon stepped forward.

Leon lowered his head, revealing sharp teeth, and asked, "Do you want to continue the fight? This time I won’t show mercy."

A Dragon Vein Mage descended from the sky, blocking the warrior, saying, "We’ve been wanting to talk to you for a long time, mighty Leon."

"Do you know me?" Leon asked, a bit surprised.

"Did not know initially, but now I do," the Dragon Vein Mage said with a bitter smile, "The Cliff Sword from the Lost Plateau."

"Not from the Lost Plateau, in fact, I came here from there," Leon said, "I’ve lived in this desert for ten years."

"I heard a tale of a Blue Dragon and a Red Dragon controlling a small segment of the desert, requiring all caravans passing there to purchase toll permits..." the Dragon Vein Mage continued, "Don’t know if that’s your doing."

Leon remembered his past business partnership with Tassera and the Brass Dragon, although he couldn’t recall when it fizzled out.

"What does Lord Leon really want?" the Dragon Vein Mage asked, "We can communicate and exchange."

"We’ve already stated what we want," Leon turned to Tassera, who had been watching the battle all along, "You take the lead, handle the subsequent negotiations."

As Tassera descended to the ground, Leon took to the skies, landing atop a tall building, thinking his reputation became even worse, soon spreading across the desert, regretting no longer getting any Golden Finger rewards.